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Drinking PeptoHis arms withdrawled, his face burning, his followers staring, the others passing, his thoughts scatterred, non-slip, oil-resistant soles screaming, he sits.
His hope withdrawled, his problems burning, his memories staring, the possibility passing, his destiny scatterred, never-drop, always-will be mind screaming, he tries.
"I'd like to introduce you to our newest contestant, The could-have-been Arsenist. Come on Down!"
He takes a step, reaches for the stale fortune cookie in his pocket, and hurls it at the Announcer in Gold.
"I don't need you."
He is almost out of the way, but he presses. He presses and his name flickers on the screen.
It's dark again. I wonder if it's time to roll out the red carpet.
When he snows, he imagines something:
The fur is superglued together. It smells like a plastic model airplane.
He'd like to notice something, but it's impossible for him to grasp.
He'd like to crumple it all up, because it's no longer important.
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